ABSTRACT
Upon arriving at the scene of an apparent suicide, detective Keesha Kane observes a dead man slumped over his computer keyboard, a bullet hole in his right temple. A pistol lays within easy reach of his hand. Over the din of two barking dogs, the man’s wife is hysterical. “I was asleep in the bedroom when I heard a pop or a bang,” she explains. “I hurried downstairs, where I found my husband, exactly as you see him here. He’s been depressed lately, but I never imagined . . ..”
